The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wool coat sits on the back of the chair. It is a heavy thing, grey as the slate roof outside, and it has begun to smell of damp wool and old tobacco. You do not touch it. You sit at the desk, the wood polished to a mirror sheen by years of elbows and pens, and you watch the coat as if it were a sleeping animal. It is the only object in the room that does not belong to the Bureau. It belongs...

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